Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

Word Play

by Shona Albouy

I'm a pun-loving kind of girl,
fond of the way that words can weigh
heavy or subtle on the scale.

Some girls lever with cleavage
or pout and toss locks
but I flirt with meaning,
hints and clues
between we two across
the table to fill the blanks.

Open an eye,
Cyclops is my kind of guy.
Carry me away with words,
and letters shared.
A night on the tiles,
is where I score triple
with an x.

I drink and drive phrases from my mind
gulp glottal glugs of liquid morpheme.
In my brain rows
of colour that Pantone
couldn't match.
I'm tickled pink, or bruised black and blue
just watch.

Sounds crash,
an ocean in my ear
sea-canned,
you shall find
my tongue is a wave, curled
and ready to surf.
 
My words are tender
to exchange,
barter banter,
double-entendre,
spat out,
so to speak.

Conjoin with me.
If you can find a line
that starts a synpase,
and shorts my circuits,
I'll give you a shot,
until my wits' end.

Added: 11.03.2011

Judges' comments on this poem

17.05.2011

nice use of words xxx

17.05.2011

Very funny and very clever poem.The cyclops image doesn't work for me though-it's out of context with the rest of the piece.

18.05.2011

Beautiful and erotic. Intelligence is SO sexy. Inspiring, also. I wrote a sonnet in response: http://ruckerrw.livejournal.com/1740.html

18.05.2011

Snappy poem - i liked the penultimate stanza a lot.

23.05.2011

Very playful and adept - this made me smile

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